In the blink of an eye, two arrows struck Mi Yin's shoulders, one on each side, sending blood spraying everywhere. The third stopped firmly against the spot between her brows, trembling violently, its tip gleaming with an icy chill as a thin trickle of crimson blood slid down her forehead...
"Ah..."
Mi Yin let out a heavy sigh and conceded. "Senior Sister Lin, your archery is truly divine. This junior sister sincerely admires your skill!
"In today's battle, I admit defeat wholeheartedly."
In truth, that last arrow would probably have sent anyone else straight to the underworld. Lin Zihan had clearly shown mercy, or its sharp tip would have pierced the vital point between Mi Yin's brows.
Although Mi Yin possessed some special means of preserving her life that kept her from dying easily, the agony of a sharp blade piercing through her heart certainly would not have been pleasant.
Besides, things had come to this point. Even if she still had the strength to fight, she had no face left to keep dragging it out.
Hearing Mi Yin concede, Lin Zihan's lips curved into a faint smile, and she replied softly, "Thank you for yielding, Junior Sister Mi!"
At that moment, she marveled inwardly. She had never expected Mi Yin's mastery of the zither to reach such miraculous heights. They truly were evenly matched, with neither holding an advantage!
Fighting such a formidable opponent instead stirred a sense of mutual appreciation in Lin Zihan.
Immediately afterward, another shrill burst of whistling tore through the air.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!"
Lin Zihan had not paused for even a moment. She swiftly nocked more arrows and drew her bow, locking onto the burly, powerfully built man a short distance away.
Lin Yong, Liu Jingyuan, and the others had been left in